Muggs was a one of a kind dog.  He had the greatest personality. He was a combination Boston Terrier/Pug, which in the official world is called a "bug", but since we came from New England, we called him a Boston Pug.   Actually we really called him Mr. Muggs.  He was the most curious animal that I ever knew.  He used to love to share food with you, especially my "sammwiches".  He used to sleep with my mother.  He didn't like Barry Gibb or screeching monkeys, but he was willing to walk around the house with an ice cream container on his head.  He didn't like being left alone at home, but he never really liked going for rides.  



He was very protective of his property and the people that came with it, even when someone was bringing a gift for one of us, he might attack the person if they came in the house, so we weren't really able to have company, but he was enough company for any human being.



We only had him 9 1/2 of his just short of 12 years, but it was a lifetime of joy and memories.  We will never forget him.